Page 82 of Wolf's Mark

When the door was closed, the kind of awkward tension drifting between us was still electrifying. Jax had that kind of strange effect on me. Was it real or manufactured by…

By what he was.

I hated this more than anything. The not knowing. The questioning my judgment.

The worry that I’d made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

“What is going on, Sedona?” he finally asked.

“You tell me.”

“I’m not following you. You left the condo under the pretense that something was wrong with your daughter. That was a lie, wasn’t it?”

I wasn’t necessarily in the mood to justify my actions but how strangely close we’d gotten in such a short period of time tugged at my common sense. “I had work. I was called to perform an autopsy on a second goddamn dead body who’d been mauled by some creature. Only I got him out of my building as fast as possible.”

“Why?”

What was I supposed to admit to him? I raked my hand through my hair. “Because I noticed some abnormalities.”

“Abnormalities. Interesting.”

He didn’t react in any way, not even blinking. Did the man have any other emotions but lust?

“Given it was the second one I’d performed for the FBI, I had a pretty good feeling the dead man was going to come back to life just like the first, doing anything and everything in his power to escape.”

At least I noticed his jaw was tightly clenched, which only added to his deliriously delicious sex appeal.

I had to look away for fear of falling into whatever trap he’d set for me.

Was he that kind of man, some bad dude wrapped in a ten-thousand-dollar suit?

I couldn’t risk it.

“Well?” I demanded when he didn’t immediately answer.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. You’re telling me dead people returned to life.”

“That’s what I’m telling you. I had to drag it out of the agent who forced me into servitude, but what she shared with me was also fascinating.”

“What did she share with you?” he asked, his smugness irritating.

“The FBI has been watching you and your family for years. They’re afraid of you and what you’re capable of.”

“I don’t know why that would be.”

“You don’t know why?” I jerked my iPad from my purse, fighting to get it out of the tight confines. “Let me show you.”

I brought up the information first, shoving the computer in his face. It was impossible to tell if he was bothering to read the pages that had been put together.

“If that doesn’t ring any bells, how about this?” The photographs weren’t necessarily damning except for the meeting of around fifty people held at the very park where I’d tried to figure out my life.

“What does this prove? I often meet with the employees of the corporation at different locations just to keep their minds refreshed.”

Oh, the man could lie with the best of them.

“So you’re saying you’re not some kind of wolf capable of eating people.”

He finally showed something other than boredom. He laughed. “What are you talking about?”

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